Freedom is waiting at the end of this tunnel.Soon it will be June and a lot of people will pass through here on their way to summer; it begins just past the concrete where the sand is hottest.Sandals will be flicked off and put in a bag or a back pocket.The biggest decision will be whether to sit to the right or the left.Lips are licked for the salt that is already there and at the berm, most likely, a wave from family and friends will decide if the day is spent closer to tower four or to lost winds.

The right or left at the beach today replaces the right or left at the stoplight yesterday.There are no laptops or schedules other than when the legs and back are too hot to stand it any

“…no laptops or schedules…”

longer.Then it’s just over the feet, up to the waist or all the way in.All the way in, arms out, floating down to the coldest water at the bottom and then rising up to the warm top layer.More salt on the lips, on the teeth, in the eyes, and in the nose as well.No one really seems to mind and everything is almost dry before sitting back down on a warm towel.

Cranky, worried and upset going into the tunnel and whistling a tune, coming out the other side.A nap, a good read and a swim or two.If it’s done right and you think about it, there is no reason why there shouldn’t be light at each end of the tunnel.